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Tonight was the night. Your friend Kevin had finally agreed to have a sleepover at your place! Kevin hadn’t been very fond of the idea of staying the night at someone else’s house, but after persistent nagging, he had ultimately caved to your wishes, on the count of you hooking him up with a pack of cigarettes and some cough syrup of course.
You had prepared a few days in advance for his arrival, cleaning up around the house, picking out sick movies from the local blockbuster, and buying exceptional snacks with rest of your allowance.
Everything was set, and the only thing left to do was wait. When the doorbell finally rang, you practically jumped out of your seat on the sofa, scurrying over to the door to greet him.
Swinging open the door, you couldn’t help but crack a faint smile. It was always nice to see him, even better if he was doing well.
“Sup Kev” You flicked your head upward, standing off to the side to allow him space to enter. Kevin simply nodded in response, waltzing in and looking around as if he hadn’t been there multiple times before.
Watching as he walked past, you spotted a small bag over his shoulder. There was a 50 percent chance it held his essentials, and 50 percent chance it was cigarettes and booze. Shaking your head, you decided you’d find out soon enough.
You decided to start off the night with some games on the ps3. The both of you indulged in a few rounds of split screen on the occasional monster shooter before you decided to take a break and casually watch him play what he wanted to play.
Your library wasn’t all that big just yet; you were still saving up for more games. But of course, out of all the games you did own, Kevin chose minecraft. It wasn’t surprising, in fact it was expected since he was able to set the villages on fire and rob them.
Sitting on the floor beside him, you mindlessly watched as he ran around ponds digging up gravel for flint to accompany his steel, chugging a can of Mountain Dew while you were at it. The room was a soft kind of quiet, the only notable sounds coming from the faint music of the game and the soft hum of the console.
It was dark for the most part, the TV providing the only light source. You felt…at home. Of course you were, it was your house, but having Kevin there made it all the more special. You weren’t sure if he knew it yet, but you cared about him to no ends. Even watching him play a game beside you was enough to calm your head given the crazy life he led.
Before your admiration session could spiral any further, Kevin held his hand out to you without turning to look at you. Opening and closing his palm, it seemed as though he wanted something.
Blinking in confusion, you could feel your head short circuiting. What could he possibly want? Glancing around, you absentmindedly began reaching your hand out for his, holding his coarse palm in your own.
Kevin paused, his eyes slowly narrowing into a look of confusion. Carefully panning his head to face you, his eyes flickered between your hand and your face.
You arched a brow, just as confused as he was. Kevin stared at you for a while until his mild annoyance got the better of him. He eventually motioned for the pack of cigarettes and cough syrup you had promised.
You deadpanned, your entire reality shattering like glass as embarrassment washed over you like an oozing tar. Of course.
“Ohhhh, those. I thought you brought some.” You replied as nonchalantly as you possibly could. It was now Kevin’s turn to raise a brow.
“The bag.” You pointed, gesturing towards the discarded bag a few inches beside him. Snagging it from the carpeted floor, he casually unzipped it to reveal its contents. To your surprise, it really was all of his essentials…Or at least what he could manage from home anyway.
Lifting both brows in acknowledgment, you rolled your eyes at your own stupidity, fishing out the smokes and cough syrup from a secret spot under the bed. Kevin nodded in silent thanks, taking both the box and bottle and setting them off to the side.
Holding a cigarette between his lips, he began to pat his pants for a lighter. It didn’t take long for him to scowl upon realizing he had forgotten to bring his own.
While he was busy with his own devices, you had snatched the defenseless controller from the ground, wandering off a bit until he finished. That was until he nudged your side. You yelped quietly, a bit caught off guard. Furrowing your brows with an unamused expression, you awaited his inevitable request.
Kevin began motioning for a light. Sighing, you rummaged around under the mattress until you found one. Turning your head, you had expected to have just handed him the lighter, but instead, you found yourself but a few inches away from his face, the only obstacle keeping you apart being his unlit cigarette.
You were mildly startled, flinching back a moment. Kevin simply sat there, waiting. Shaking your head at his mannerisms, you ran your thumb down the flint wheel, igniting the flame and holding it up to the end of the stick.
Soon enough, smoke began to rise into the air and lightly fill the room. You were used to the smell by now. Kevin seized the controller from you without much thought, continuing his goal of in-game arson. You didn’t seem to mind much, opting to just rest your head over his shoulder.
Kevin tensed subtly, but was quick to relax. He was still trying to get used to your affection, and tolerate it at that since he wasn’t used to it. A warm feeling started making its rounds around your heart, your body practically melting. He was warming up to you, slowly but surely. The thought alone made your eyes soften, and eventually you decided to rest them a bit while he had his fun.
After accomplishing his mission of setting things on fire, the two of you crawled into bed to watch a movie, a bowl of snacks awaiting you where you sat. Munching on chips and popcorn, you lay slump against the pillows behind you, blinking your eyes like a frog. It had to have been past midnight, and the grogginess of lying in bed was getting to you.
You tried your best to fight it, but no matter how hard you fought, you still succumbed to the sleep tugging at your eyes. Kevin hadn’t noticed at first, quietly snacking on the chips and a can of doctor pepper. He probably wouldn’t have noticed your passed out state if it wasn’t for the soft snoring erupting from your nose promptly after.
Kevin stole a glance, eyeing you up and down. You were out alright. He sat there to himself a moment, pondering his next moves. Should he call it a night? Or should he finish the film? Shrugging, he decided he didn’t really care for it all that much anyway and got up to turn the darn thing off, plunging the room in darkness.
It took him a moment to adjust to the dark, but when he finally did, he returned along the bedside to set the bowl on the floor. Digging in his bag, he took out a pair of shorts, setting them over the mattress before pulling his shirt off. kicking aside his jeans, he got on his sleepwear and creeped into bed beside you, disposing his hat over the bedside table.
The night progressed patiently, the soft chirps of crickets echoing from just outside. While you were passed out without a care in the world, Kevin found himself wide awake. He was nervous. More nervous than he thought he’d be.
He hadn’t counted on you falling asleep on him like that. Should he have gone downstairs and slept on the couch instead? His thoughts raced beside you, practically driving him insane. He had no clue what the right way to go was, his sense of judgement was strained in that odd way. He just lay there in a paralyzed state, unable to move a muscle. You on the other hand? You were as free as a bird.
“Uff-“ Kevin groaned, your leg resting itself over his stomach as you spread out your sleeping stance. His nerves were quickly replaced with dissatisfaction, eyes becoming hooded and unimpressed. He attempted to kick away your leg but to no avail. You tossed and turned every now and then, as if your subconscious had completely forgotten he was there. At one point your hand had landed smack dab in the middle of his face. For a moment he considered tying you up and kicking you off to sleep on the floor, but he managed to control himself and stay still.
He was in the middle of contemplating the situation before feeling something roll up to him from the left. It was you, curled up right beside his bare side, an arm slapping itself around him like he was some kind of pillow. Kevin’s eye twitched in annoyance. Out of anything else you could have done that night, it had to be this.
He tried prying your hands off, but they’d always come back. This was starting to become unbelievable. He never took you for an energetic sleeper. Eventually he chose to turn around and face you fully, a part of him wanting to confirm you weren’t just messing around.
Holding you by the shoulders, his eyes inspected you like the world’s most complex labyrinth.
‘How can someone move so darn much when they’re knocked out?’ Kevin thought to himself, taking back his hands and instead using one to prop his head up. His mind went blank for a while, idly studying you in the midst of the silence. He had never seen you this way, this…vulnerable. With your hair tousled off to the side, for a moment he found himself seeing you in a different light, a pretty one at that.
Eventually he decided that the only way to keep you still was to hold you in place. Swallowing his hesitation, he slowly wrapped reluctant arms around you, pulling you in close for an awkward looking hug. He lay still awhile, adjusting to the foreign feeling. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever experienced before. This was simple, plain and pure.
After what felt like years of still hesitation, he allowed himself to relax a bit, easing into the pillows and readjusting his arms to better suit both him and you where you rested.
In the end, his idea worked. You hadn’t moved an inch for the rest of the night, merely lazing against his stature with soft breaths. With nothing else to do, Kevin sighed, deciding it was conclusively time for bed. Shutting his weary eyes, he drifted off to sleep, idly dreaming about world domination, and what his life would be like if he ever married you someday.